^(4) There From The Start

A/N: If you haven't noticed, there's about one chapter that focuses on each ep in S1... This is the fourth... I'm gonna enjoy writing this one ;)

also, monday im leaving for vegas gor about a weeek and then afterwards im going to this choir camp to help prepare me for all state so i wont be back until the 19th :L IF i can get access to a computer during my vacayy then ill try to update and i wasnt pnanning to update until i got back but i thought i might as well since ima be gone for two weeks...

XXX

All the single ladies,
All the single ladies.

Now put your hands up

Whoa, whoa, oh oh oh whoa
Whoa, whoa, oh oh oh whoa

Burt Hummel pressed the pause button on his son's iPod. Kurt was wearing... Burt wasn't too sure what his son was wearing actually.

"It's a unitard." explained Kurt as his father examined the situation. "Athletes use them to work out nowadays. They're very jock-chic."

It was one of those rare moments that Brittany suddenly got an idea, but being Britt, it obviously wasn't a very good one. "Yeah!" she exclaimed. "Kurt's on the football team now!" A look of horror crossed his face as he shot a terrified expression in her direction. "He's the kicker... That's the smallest one on the team, right?"

Kurt nodded hastily. "Huh..." huffed Burt. "I was on the football team in highscool before I busted my knee."

"C-cool..." stuttered Kurt nervously with a fake smile. "I guess we'll have something to talk about, now..."

"I Guess so..." Burt replied cautiously "So, uh, one of you his girlfriend?"

He didn't believe his son for one second hen he grabbed the Asian girl by her waist, pulled her close and said, "Yep... But I'm not ready to be exclusive just yet."

Burt nodded disbelievingly and headed up the stairs. "Just make sure to keep the music down." Kurt nodded as his dad headed up the stairs, and just when he thought he was in the clear, Burt backtracked and said, "Oh, and be sure to get me a ticket to your first game."

Kurt nodded nervously. As soon as Burt was gone, Kurt turned to Brittany. "What the hell, Britt?"

She shrugged. "I thought you wanted to seem straight! Football is the straightest thing I can think of... Other than bean dip." Kurt had ended up confiding in Tina and Brittany as well about his sexuality. You just don't keep something like that from your fellow single ladies.

He plopped down on a chair and buried his face in his hands. "I am so screwed!" he yelled, muffled by his hands. "What am I going to do?"

Tina sat down next to him. "Y-you can always just try out for the t-t-team. I heard their k-kicker actually s-sucks and F-F-Finn and Blaine can have pull since they're already on th-the team."

Kurt looked up and nodded as she spoke. He smiled and wrapped her in a hug. "Tina! You're a genius!"

"What about me?" asked Brittany with a clueless smile.

Kurt thought about it for a second. One needed to be careful when attempting to make small talk, or any conversation for that matter, with Brittany S. Pierce. "Uh... You can be Brittany, Brittany."

She smiled and clapped her hands together. "YAY! I'm a double Brittany! That means I'm twice as awesome!"

Tina opened her mouth to speak but Kurt stopped her. "Sh..." He held up a finger to silence her. "Trying to explain things to her will only confuse her. Let her be."

Tina's mouth formed an o and slowly nodded. "S-so you're really g-g-gonna try out f-for the team?"

He sighed and swung his head sadly towards her. "I don't think I have much of a choice..."

XXX

When Blaine walked into Glee the next day, the first thing he heard was "I'm sorry, there must be some sort of mix up. I believe I made it very clear that anything from West Side Story goes to ME. Maria is MY part. Natalie Wood was a Jew, you know. I've had a very deep personal connection to this role since the age of one." Rachel was upset that Mr. Shue had given the solo to Tina instead of her.

"Well I'm just trying to shake things up, get us out of our boxes." He explained.

"You're trying to punish me."

"I think you're being irrational."

"I think you're being unfair!"

They went on like that for a few minutes before Rachel just stormed out. "The more times she storms out of rehearsal, the less of an impact it has." Artie pointed out.

Mr. Shue looked at Tina and smiled. "Congratulations Tina."

Blaine took a seat next to Kurt and Mercedes. "What I miss?"

Mercedes shook her head and frowned. "Rachel being her usual diva self. Mr. Shue gave Tina the lead Maria solo from West Side Story and she threw a fit... And he made me a Jet! Can you believe that? Huh," she crossed her arms and her head did a snakelike motion. "I'd kill as Anita."

Kurt spotted Finn and a smile tugged at his lips. He got up and headed towards him. "Finn. I needed to ask you something."

"Thanks, but I already have a date to the prom. But I'm flattered. I know how important dances are to teen gays." He knew that they were important to Blaine, at least. Once, when he and Puck were at his house for a sleepover/COD marathon, he kept mumbling in his sleep something about a Sadie Hawkins Dance and a guy named Connor.

Blaine's face took on a weary expression when he heard (no, he wasn't eavesdropping... Ok, maybe a little) Kurt say, "I'm not gay," just a little too quickly. He knew Kurt wasn't in denial. He just wasn't ready to tell the truth, and Blaine understood. Coming out was hard. It may have been easier for him because he was well known and liked, but the only people Kurt had were the Glee kids. And even if he knew how much they love him just how he is, that didn't make the fear of coming out any less. "I just... I needed a favor. I was wondering if maybe you could have a little talk with your coach to see if I could maybe try out for kicker?"

Finn grew a shocked expression. "Uh, sure, I-I guess?"

Blaine had overheard a bit (lot) of their conversation. Why hadn't Kurt just come to him instead of Finn? He knew Blaine was on the football team with Finn, too. Maybe he just didn't like him as much... Did he not trust him?

When Kurt sat down, Blaine said, "You know, you could've just asked me..."

A look of realization passed Kurt's face. "Oh, I'm sorry Blaine... It's just that, you know, I forget you're a jock sometimes because you're so sweet, you know? You don't really act like a stereotypical football player, which, believe me, is a great thing."

Blaine blushed and smiled as he looked down a little. "You think I'm sweet?"

Crap! thought Kurt. You idiot! You need to be more careful about that! Why? He's not straight. Finn is... Shut up! And stop being moronic!

"I uh... I'm-" Kurt stuttered.

Thankfully, Mr. Shue was just about ready to get started. "Alright guys! Let's run Don't Stop from the top! Quinn, you take the alto line. A five, six, seven, eight!"

XXX

Blaine was out on the field with Kurt and Finn. Kurt was fidgeting around kind of nervously when Finn said, "Just relax, ok?"

"Yeah," continued Blaine. "Remember what we told you: keep your eye on the ball, don't try to aim it. Okay, now put your helmet on."

Kurt scrunched up his nose a little bit at the thought of ruining his hair, which he spent so much time on. "It'll mess up my hair."

"I know, the helmet's a real bitch," said Blaine. "I can't even use my hair gel with it. I have to wash it out every day before practice starts, and reapply it when it ends. Very tedious..."

Kurt laughed. "Really? That seems a bit extensive for hair gel. How do you look without it? Lemme see!" He reached for Blaine's helmet, but he ducked away too quickly.

Blaine chuckled nervously. "I'd actually rather keep my helmet on. I kind of look like medusa under here."

"Oh, come on! Just a peek?"

"No, thank you very much. When I come home from practice without reapplying, my mom always calls me Mr. Broccoli Head... Sometimes Borat... Occasionally Mop Top."

"It can't be that bad! I'm sure it's just a-"

Finn, who had been awkwardly standing by, cleared his throat. "Um, guys..." One of the most awkward things that any guy had to endure would probably be watching your best friend unintentionally flirt with one of your sort of friends who was in Glee Club with you... Boy, what a dysfunctional group of friends the Glee Club was.

They awkwardly realized that they had gotten a bit too deep in their conversation and followed closely behind him as Finn began to lead the way into the middle of the field. "You know you're gonna have to take the helmet off eventually, right?" whispered Kurt.

"Never!" bantered Blaine, expressive eyebrows shooting up with a toothy smile.

"You still need to put on your helmet, Kurt." said Finn with a scolding tone in his voice.

Kurt scoffed, but put on his helmet with a little help from Blaine. He smiled at the chestnut-haired boy. "Red's your color."

Kurt smiled back at him. "Thanks for helping me out with this. Both of you. You're really cool... Crap! I forgot! I gotta go get my music, I'll be right back!" he turned to the sidelines to retrieve his music, but Finn placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" said Finn. "Are you nuts? That's only for practicing when no one's around. Look, do you know how much interference I had to run with these guys just to get you this tryout? If you do it your way, they're going to kill you."

Kurt stepped up a bit sassily with his hand on his hips towards the team captain, glaring at him with determined eyes. "My body... is like a rum chocolate soufflé. If I don't warm it up right, it doesn't rise. If I'm doing this, I'm doing it my way."

And with that, he left to go get his music, leaving Finn a bit shocked, speechless, and Blaine withholding a laugh. Finn just got told off by someone who hadn't even made the team and was at least a foot shorter than him. When Kurt was out of earshot, Blaine said. "Bitch just got owned..."

Finn glared at him and smacked him across the chest. "Shut up." Blaine couldn't help but laugh at Finn's utter disbelief, and the fact that Kurt just owned someone twice his size.

A voice spoke came up from behind them. "Watch out, Finn. You better stop flirting with Blaine's crush before he gets jealous!" They turned around to face Puck. Blaine shot him a glare. "He doesn't belong here."

"You joined Acafellas," pointed out Finn. "What's the difference?"

"I'm a stud."

Blaine scoffed at him. "Remind me why we're friends again?" he muttered.

"I can wear a dress to school and people think it's cool."

Just then, coach Tanaka blew his whistle, signaling for everyone to huddle up. Then, he went on some yelling rant about how their kicker, Langanthal, has made zero for twelve field goal attempts and was being demoted to "hydration services", AKA, water boy. "The next player who can get a football between those uprights will get his job."

Kurt pushed his way through the crowd of players. "I'm Kurt Hummel and I'll be auditioning for the role of kicker." There were snickers from some of the players and Kurt gave them a dirty look that shut them up right quick.

Kurt and Finn walked out onto the field with boom box in tow. Finn held the ball in place while Kurt prepared for the music to start.

I'm up on him, he up on me
Don't pay him any attention,
Cause if you liked it then you should've put a ring on it.

Once Kurt started dancing, most of the guys started snickering. Kurt was dancing well, in Blaine's opinion, but the rest of the guys just thought it was funny because it was a Beyoncé song. And guys don't generally dance along with Amazonian single women. Blaine didn't understand why they were so amused. Beyoncé is fabulous.

How was it that Kurt could look so adorable while dancing to that song? It shouldn't be legal to be that cute thought Blaine. Also attractive. Very attractive... STOP!

"Having fun, Blaine?" asked Puck with a smirk. Blaine elbowed him in the stomach, and he doubled over slightly with a small grunt. That shut him up pretty well. Blaine had a small smile of satisfaction on his face.

Finally, Kurt kicked the ball and it went soaring through the air, straight through the uprights. Kurt Hummel had just made a field goal... From the fifty yard line. Something that hadn't been done by a McKinley High Titan in years. The players were all speechless and one even dropped their helmet they were carrying in amazement. "That's good, right?" asked Kurt as he peeled off his helmet.

Coach Tanaka rushed onto the field as Blaine watched him talk to Kurt. He turned and faced the team. "Gentlemen!" he announced, raising Kurt's hand in the air. "We have found ourselves a kicker!"

When Kurt rejoined the group as they walked inside, Blaine wrapped Kurt in a hug. "Congrats!"

As Langanthal passed them by, he huffed, "Get a room." They quickly pulled away as color rose to their cheeks. As they walked into the locker room, they smiled at each other, grateful for each other as teammates, clubmates, and more importantly, friends.

XXX

"This is garbage!" yelled Puck. "What the hell does Beyoncé have to do with football?"

Coach Tanaka had just informed the Titans that they would be taking dance classes to improve their coordination. Hey, desperate times man... Real desperate...

"Why don't you ask Kurt?" said Finn. "He seems to be the only one who can score on this team. Even in practice."

Kurt gave Puck a triumphant look, accompanied with a little fuck you smile. "So we're taking coaching advice from Lance Bass now?" retorted Noah.

Kurt and Blaine gave him a dirty look. "Guys!" called Mr. Shue. "Athletes are performers, just like singers and dancers. Think about it, Jim Brown, Dick Butkus..."

"O.J."

"... O.J ... Right. All pretty tough guys. All of them had big careers as performers. Now I don't think you guys are losing because you don't have the talent. You're losing because you don't have the right attitude."

"Oh I get it," cut in Puck. "We have to think more like Amazonian Black women."

"Think about it," continued Mr. Shue. "If you can sing and dance in front of people, everything else is easy."

Kurt cleared his throat, a signal that he wanted the floor. "Sun Tzu says that in his Art of War to never let the enemy know you. Our greatest weapon could be the element of surprise. Don't tell me that you wouldn't be on your heels if the other team started busting a move on the field."

Coach Tanaka blew his whistle (he did that a LOT and way too much in Blaine's opinion). "Ok, too much talking and not enough stretching. In the choir room in full pads in five. That's five minutes, let's go!"

When they finally made their way to the choir room, Mr. Shue tried to teach the choreography while Kurt observed them. He decided that Mr. Shue wasn't teaching them right, so he took over. "May I?"

Will stepped aside. "Watch Kurt." Well, he didn't have to tell Blaine twice.

"All right, boys." As Brad played the piano, Kurt went through the moves, saying them aloud as he ran through them. "Five, six, seven. Hand, hand. Point to the finger. Hip, head. Oh, sneak attack back to the ring. Comb through the hair. Slap the butt." Blaine blushed a bit as he realized that he was... Following... Kurt's hand and it just so happened to land on a certain part of his body that Blaine just so happened to find attractive.

Coach blew his whistle (again. Really, you'd think they were dogs or something) "Ok, that's enough for now. We'll work on it tomorrow. Just hit the showers."

Before Kurt could leave, Blaine stopped him. "Kurt! Wait up!" Kurt turned around and smiled when he saw Blaine running to catch up with him. "I uh, I wanted to talk to you about something." Kurt nodded. "Why exactly did you want to join the football team? I mean, not that I'm complaining or anything, you're awesome at it..."

Kurt froze... Wait... Did Blaine just call me awesome? FOCUS! Oh, yeah, the question. He looked around and waited until they were alone. "I uh... I kinda got caught in a lie with my dad and he... He thought that I was on the team as kicker. Now I am, but uh... Yeah..." He rubbed the back of his head.

"Have you... You know... Told him yet? About your sexuality?"

Kurt looked down at his shoes and shook his head. "I want to, though... I'm just- I'm so afraid."

His lower lip quivered and a second later, Blaine had his comforting arms round him, shushing him, trying to console him. "Hey, hey... It's ok, it's all gonna be alright."

"He's the only thing I have, ever since my mom died..." Blaine's heart broke hearing that Kurt had lost his mom. He didn't know about that... "And I just don't know what I would do if I lost him, too!" His voice cracked throughout his confession. He pulled back and looked at Blaine with scared eyes. "What if he kicks me out!? What if... What if he doesn't love me anymore?" His voice was barely a whisper as he reburied his head into Blaine's chest, curling his fists into balls that clung onto Blaine's shirt for dear life.

"Hey, hey. Look at me." Blaine gently placed a hand under Kurt's chin and lifted his head up until their gazes met. Neither could look away easily. "Your dad loves you. And who you are shouldn't change that. You are an /amazing/ person, Kurt. If your dad loves you as much as I-everyone in Glee does," He paused, hoping Kurt didn't catch the slip up. "He'll be fine—no, more than fine with who you are. He'll accept you for who you are and welcome you with open arms." He didn't tell him, though, that Kurt's fears had happened to him. He was too ashamed...

Kurt smiled at Blaine and he exhaled a sigh of relief. He didn't notice Blaine's mistake. "You really think so?"

Blaine shrugged and smiled. "I know so... Now, tomorrow, you're going to go out there and show them how to kick some ass!"

Kurt laughed. "Oh, hell to the yeah!" He gave Blaine a soft smile. "I'll see you tomorrow." They gave each other one last lingering hug and went their separate ways.

Blaine headed out the door into the hallway. As he was walking down the hall, he spotted Finn crouched next to a water fountain, still in his practice uniform, head buried in his arms and knees as his whole body shook in small intervals with sobs.

Blaine rushed to his side and wrapped an arm around is shoulders. "Hey! Hey! What's wrong?"

Finn looked up at him with puffy, red eyes. "I... I can't—It's Quinn... She's pregnant..."

Blaine's face fell and as he sat there, trying to comfort his best friend, only one comprehensible thought crossed his mind.

Oh shit...

XXX

The Titans were all getting ready in the locker room. Blaine was just putting on his pads when Kurt came and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and faced him. "What's up, Kurt?" He smiled.

"I've decided that I'm going to do it... I'm going to tell my dad tonight... After the game..."

Blaine threw his arms around Kurt. "Oh, Kurt! That's wonderful!" He pulled away and smiled as he looked into Kurt's glasz eyes. As he was realizing how pretty his eyes were, even in the dim lights of the locker room, his heart was beating faster, but time was slowing down. Neither noticed that everyone had already left out onto the field. Blaine found his eyes beginning to close and began to lean in towards Kurt as he slowly did the same, but a voice called them back to reality.

"Kurt! Blaine!" called Finn as he headed out the doorway onto the field. "Cmon! Game's about to start!"

Blaine snapped back to reality. He exhaled and inwardly thanked Finn for keeping him from making an awkward fool out of himself. It would gave been disastrous if he'd kissed Kurt and he didn't feel the same. What had he been thinking!?

They went onto the side of the field and made a huddle. "I'm real proud of you guys," started Finn. "We really came together as a team this week."

"Yeah, a gay team," jeered Karofsky. "A big gay team of dancing gays!" Blaine and Kurt glared at him.

"Shut the fuck up, Karofsky..." growled Puck. "Blaine's a better runningback that you'll ever be a lineman! So shut your kisser before I do it for you!"

"I'd like to see you try," Karofsky snarled.

Puck lunged at him but Blaine and a few others held him back. "He's not worth it," mumbled Blaine through gritted teeth. Kurt had to admit that seeing Blaine hold back Puck was a bit more than cute... Kinda hot, actually... And cue the blushing.

"Seriously, Finn." interrupted James. "It was fun in practice, but we can't do this out there, we'll be even more of a joke."

Kurt gave an expectant look towards Finn, waiting for him to say something. Finn just put his helmet on and ran
onto the field with the rest of the team.

As he rushed onto the field, Blaine flashed Kurt an apologetic smile and mouthed "I wish I could do more."

Kurt nodded understandingly and mouthed back "Good luck."

The game started off ok. They weren't getting their asses handed to them like they usually did, they were only down 0-6 because the other team's kicker missed the extra point. Luckily, they were playing good defense and were able to prevent the other team from scoring. Blaine caught an interception, but only got about ten yards before he was tackled. Still, that at least gave them possession.

Unfortunately, the other team was playing good defense as well. There was ten seconds left. Finn placed the ball in position. He looked around and began feeling a lot of pressure. His teammates were relying on him. The clock was ticking. Blaine was in position, giving wary glances to the clock. "Snap the ball already!" he thought.

Instead, when the clock got down to two seconds, Finn yelled "Time-out!" Everyone scattered from their positions. "We gotta do it," Finn said to Puck.

"We will be jokes for the rest of our lives!"

"We're already jokes!" said Blaine. "We gave up any dignity we had left when we lost to that school for the deaf." There was a desperation in his voice that may have helped in convincing Puck.

"I don't wanna be a Lima loser for the rest of my life, Puck." begged Finn. Puck looked at Quinn. She was carrying HIS baby... He didn't want his kid to remember him like that, even if he or she didn't know who his or her father really was. She thought he was a Lima Loser? He'd prove her wrong and then maybe... Just maybe... She'd want to be with him instead of Finn.

Suddenly, number 99 on the opposing team started jeering at Puck. "Hey 20! Your momma's so fat, her cereal bowl comes with it's own life guard! Like Bay Watch!"

Puck turned around. He'd heard enough of this crap. "Hey ankle grabber! I had sex with your mother. No, literally. I cleaned your pool, and then I sex with her in your bed. Nice StarWars sheets." That shut him up right quick. Puck turned back to Finn. "Let's do this!" Blaine smiled with a nod and the trio did their signature three way fist bump.

The rest of the football players crowded around Finn in a huddle. "Ring On It on three." Everyone looked around in disbelief. They were actually gonna do this? "Yeah," said Finn, reassuring himself and his teammates. "Ring On It on three! One, two, three, break!"

They clapped their hands once and went into their positions. Finn waved his hand in the air, signaling the tech guys to start the music, which came blaring out the speakers a few seconds later.

All the single ladies,
All the single ladies

Now put your hands up!

I'm up on him, he up on me
And did I mention?
Don't pay him any attention

Burt watched in amazement and disbelief, hoping that he hadn't maybe have had one too many beers then fallen asleep. But then again, he probably would've never imagined a group of teenage football players dancing out on a field to the song "Single Ladies."

Cause if he liked then he shoulda put a ring on it
If you liked then you shoulda put a ring on it
Don't be mad when you see that he want it

Whoa, whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

The players all suddenly stopped dancing and reclaimed their positions. "HUT!" Finn hiked the ball and looked for an open man. Blaine was open momentarily, but got tackled before Finn could make the pass. He saw Puckerman open about ten yards from the endzone, closed his eyes, and threw the ball as hard as he could.

It was a Hail Mary...

Puck caught the ball and ran to the endzone, narrowly escaping a runningback reaching for him, and dove straight into it. The crowd exploded into cheers, Puck did an obnoxious victory dance, and the Titans went wild.

Yeah, it might've been the weirdest play Burt had ever seen in his entire life, but hey... It worked didn't it?

Off in the sidelines, coach Tanaka grabbed Kurt by the shoulders. "You're up, kid. You make this, we win... You make this... You die a legend."

"Can I pee first?"**

Coach Tanaka sent him out onto the field with a ball. He handed the ball to Blaine who was going to hold it in place. "You can do this..." he whispered. Kurt smiled. "We believe in you... I believe in you." Kurt's heart fluttered, and for the first time in a long time, his smile reached his ears.

Burt watched his son from the bleachers, concerned for his safety. What if one of those guys broke past the wall and tackled him? "He's so little..." he muttered with worry in his voice and furrowed eyebrows, arms crossed.

Kurt raised his hand and waved it, cueing the music that followed momentarily.

All the single ladies,
All the single ladies

I'm up on him, he up on me
Don't pay him any attention
Cause I've cried my tears
For three good years
You can't be mad at me

Whoa, whoa oh, oh, oh
Whoa, whoa oh, oh, oh

Kurt kicked the ball and it went soaring. It seemed to take forever... Kurt watched the ball, praying to some unknown force that it'd go in. That somehow, finally, he'd make his dad proud of him.

The ref watched and threw his arms up in a "score" motion.

The crowd exploded in cheers as they came to the realization that The Titans had just won their first game. The football players came in a rush from the sidelines towards Kurt and some even lifted him up on their shoulders.

Kurt looked to the stands and smiled when he saw Burt pointing to him and yelling, "That's my son!" It felt wonderful that his father was so proud of him. Burt had claimed him. He wanted people to know he was his son. He was proud of him. He hoped he would stay proud of him, even after what he'd tell him later that night.

The players finally put him down and Blaine rushed to Kurt and wrapped him in a hug. "You did it, Kurt! You won the game!"

"I know! We won... And damn does it feel good!" Kurt whooped and cheered while Blaine laughed in enjoyment. It was nice seeing Kurt so happy. It made him happy. Just to share the joy with someone you care about. It's the best thing ever.

They kept on cheering all the way to the locker room. After the majority of the team had left, Kurt walked up to Blaine and smiled sweetly. "So. Blaine. Since I, you know, won the game for you guys," Blaine rolled his eyes playfully. "I was wondering..." He took a step closer. "If maybe..." Another step. Blaine swallowed. Was this really happening? Or was he dreaming? Maybe he got a concussion when that linebacker tackled him. "I could..." Kurt quickly reached up to Blaine's head and pulled off his helmet as he squealed with delight.

"Hey!" Blaine threw his towel over his hair to keep the atrocity out of sight.

Kurt jumped across the bench in the middle of the hall with Blaine's helmet in tow as they played a small game of Keep Away. "Ah, ah, ah!" he said as he shook his finger back and forth. "If you want this back, you have to show me your hair."

Blaine's eyes widened. "You can keep the helmet, then. It's not even mine... Technically, it's the school's." He smirked slyly and shrugged.

Kurt groaned and threw his head back. "Damn you, technicalities." He stepped over the bench towards Blaine and pulled out his best puppy-dog eyes. "Please? After all, I did help you guys win..."

"Not the puppy-dog eyes! How did you know my weakness?" he bantered. No Blaine definitely wasn't staring at Kurt's bottom lip which was pouted outward. And he most certainly was not wondering what they tasted like!

Kurt smirked and raised an eyebrow. "It's my job to know..." he whispered playfully.

Blaine gulped, a shiver making its way down his spine. There was something about the way Kurt had said that that was... Well, sexy... He sighed and gave in before his mind could be taken over by undapper thoughts. "Just... Don't laugh, alright?" He removed the towel from his head revealing a bushel of curls resting on his head.

Kurt smiled as if fighting a laugh and took a step towards him. "You have nice curls. Unruly. Really unruly. But they're sort of... Charming. And soft... Mousse would do you wonders." Kurt reached up and began to play with Blaine's hair a little bit. He didn't even realize it, but once he did, he blushed lightly and backed away. "Sorry... I um... It was soft..."

"It's ok... I didn't mind."

Things were silent for a while. The two just kept staring at each other and it was there, in that dim lighted and smelly locker room that Blaine first realized: Holy crap... I'm in love with Kurt Hummel.

Little did he know that Kurt was having the exact same thoughts about Blaine. Kurt tossed him his helmet back and he caught it with ease. "I'll see you in Glee Club tomorrow." He turned and smiled with a wave. "Bye, Blaine."

He left that locker room walking on clouds.

XXX

Burt walked down the stairs into his son's room to find him spraying something on his face. "Nighttime skincare is a big part of my postgame ritual." Explained his son.

Burt nodded. "I don't know what to say about that... But, uh... I was really proud of you tonight, Kurt. I wish your mom would have been there. I mean, alive."

"Thanks." Kurt whispered with a small smile. Burt was heading up the stairs when Kurt stopped him. "Dad. I... Have something that I want to say." Burt walked towards his son. He knew this day was coming ever since his son was three, and was glad that at least he wasn't hiding it from him. But he was still unsure if he was ready... "I'm..." he swallowed. " glad that you're proud of me, but I don't want to lie anymore. Being a part of... The Glee Club and football has really showed me that I can be anything. And what I am... is... I'm gay." The last two words came out (no pun intended) -(omfg this is why i dont stay up past 2) as little more than a puff of breath.

Burt nodded. "I know."

"Really?"

"I've known since you were three. All you wanted for your birthday was a pair of sensible heels... I guess I'm not totally in love with the idea, but if that's who you are, there's nothing I can do about it. And I love you just as much. Okay?" Burt placed a comforting hand on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt, so overwhelmed with relief, pulled himself towards his father and held him close, letting the tears fall. He couldn't believe that it had been that easy. And his father still loved him. "Thanks for telling me, Kurt." They pulled away and Kurt nodded and as Burt headed up the stairs he took his seat in front of his mirror. Burt paused and turned. "You're sure, right?"

"Yeah, dad. I'm sure."

"Just checking."

XXX

The next day, Kurt walked into Glee Club and sat next to Blaine. "I did it. I told my dad."

Blaine smiled at him. "That's great!"

"Yeah, and he said he still loves me no matter what and I'm just... I'm so happy. But I still have a few other people to tell. I wanna tell the Glee kids." Blaine nodded.

Kurt stepped up to Mr. Shue. "Mr. Shue, can I have the floor? There's something that I want to say to everyone here."

He nodded. "Sure thing, Kurt. But first, let's give a big Glee welcome to our two newest members. Noah Puckerman and Mike Chang." They waved and took a seat.

"I thought Glee Club was quote unquote "loserville", Puck?" Blaine pointed out with his eyebrows raised.

"I changed my mind..." he answered, eyes darting to Quinn. Blaine narrowed his eyebrows a little, but he brushed it off as a gesture of friendship. Finn had probably told Puck about her, too.

Kurt took a stance at the front of the room. "Hey guys... I uh... There's something I want to tell you, because in the few weeks we've known each other, we've become more than just teammates... We've become friends. And friends don't keep things that make them who they are-"

He was cut off by Santana. "Oh, will you just cut to the chase and come out of the closet already?"

Blaine glared at her. "Shut up and let him finish!"

Santana glared back at him. "Well, we need to practice! We don't have time for your boyfriend to come clean!"

"It would've taken five minutes. And we're not dating!"

"Yet... It's an inevitability because the sexual tension is so thick that I could cut it with a freaking knife! Oh, and that's five minutes that we could've used practicing!"

"GUYS!" yelled Mr. Shue. "Blaine, chill. Santana, let Kurt finish... Now, what was it that you wanted to say Kurt."

He just laughed. He really wasn't as nervous as he thought he'd be, even with two new jocks in the club. Seeing Santana making remarks like that showed that she didn't care whether he was gay or straight, but that she wanted to win. Just like everyone else, she cared. And seeing Blaine defend him showed him that he had true friends here. Two types of people... "Actually, Santana pretty much covered it. For those of you who don't know, I am in fact, gay." He shrugged with a small sheepish smile.

Mr. Shue smiled. "Thank you for telling us, Kurt. Thank you for showing us the true meaning of what Glee Club is." Kurt retook his seat next to Blaine.

"Wait..." questioned Brittany. "Does that mean we have to be gay to be in Glee Club?"

"No..." Mercedes shook her head. "Just... No, Britt."

Mr. Shue nodded in hopes that she would just let it go. "Let's start off with tonight from West Side Story. Tina."

Rachel stormed out if the room immediately, yelling "I quit!" and slamming the door behind her.

Blaine sighed. "Well this is just great..." He turned to Kurt and smiled. "It's not as bad as it seems, is it?"

Kurt returned the smile. "I don't think things ever are."

XXX

Later that night, Blaine was sitting on the loving room couch, a bowl of spaghetti in his lap. His mother took a seat next to him, also with a bowl of spaghetti, as she changed the channel to the local news.

"Hey! That was a new episode of Drop Dead Diva! Now I'll never know if she went to Napa with Tony!"

She gave him a dismissive wave of his hand. "YouTube it later, Shirley Temple..."

He nodded with pursed lips. "Hmm. That's a new one..." His eyes went wide as he slurped up a mouthful of noodles, nearly choking on them. The cause of his near death? The next segment on the news. "Holy! Mother of! Is that!?"

His mom finished the thought. "Isn't that the batshit crazy cheer coach that goes to your school?"

Blaine nodded, mouth hanging open and rendered speechless. They gave her her own segment!? His mom reached for the remote and turned it up. "What're you doing? Did you just not point out the fact that she's batshit crazy?"

"Yeah, but she may have a point... Just listen..."

There's not much difference between a stadium full of cheering fans, and an angry crowd screaming abuse at you... They're both just making a lot of noise. How you take it...

Is up to you...

XXX

A/N: nananananananananananana... SQUIRRELS!

I thought I had something important to say, but I guess not soooooo... TRAINS!

Oh wait yeah...

**Hands down. Best. Line. Of. Glee. Ever.

I like Blaine's mom :) do you?

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